Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Walking the Dog

Last night, walking the dog. 

A crescent moon in the sky. Airplanes in the distance following an invisible line that will cause them to bank before being on course to land at Sky Harbor. A neighbor several doors down has a giant ghost which, puffed up by air, towers over the street. 

I carry a flashlight because coyotes occasionally visit the area. They probably own it after midnight. No sign tonight. Not even other dogs and this is a neighborhood of dog walkers.

I was in a meeting this morning which sparked memories of an investigation in Germany several decades ago. A sordid matter. A bizarre briefing. An illogical set of recommendations which needed to be reversed at headquarters. And a stroll down a cobblestone street in Heidelberg to a spot where we had undercover agents.

You forget things but then they come back at odd times, such as while you walk the dog.


Anonymous said...

Is there any chance you might provide more details about the memories described? Or am I forced to concoct an imaginary story of a dashing Mr Wade solving a mystery in a foreign land?

Michael Wade said...

You will have to concoct an imaginary story, especially if I am portrayed as dashing. The post was simply a carefully worded example of how completely disconnected memories can return at odd times.


Michael Wade said...

P.S. What I described happened but I don't feel it would be appropriate to go into details in a blog post even years after the event.